The moment the golden Gates of Hell closed behind me, the rain started to fall.
The endless filaments are so thin that they are almost invisible. Only the moment of coolness falling on the skin makes people aware of its existence.
Aizen Sōsuke Raise your right hand, palm facing up.
The raindrops gathered into a drop, rolled from the lowest part of the palm print to the wrist, and seeped in along the cuffs.
"Find a house."
Nel, Ulquiorra, Szayelaporro, Kaname Tōsen take steps at the same time.
The village is very small, it takes a few hundred steps to reach the end.
The houses are arranged along the main dirt road, built of wood and covered with iron sheets.
There are gaps in the wall that have been cut with a knife, and the wood has turned black.
The iron sheets on the roof had been lifted off and put back on again, and the nails had shifted, leaving old holes through which rainwater could leak.
Aizen walked into a room with three walls at the end of the main road.
One-third of the iron sheet on the roof was missing, and the rainwater accumulated an oval wet mark on the wooden boards on the ground. He walked to the edge of the wet mark, and Reishi seeped out, forming a net.
Covering the entire village and the surrounding dirt roads, as well as the battlefield at the end of the road, it gradually expanded to the entire world.
There are four people on the battlefield.
Three young men with leaves embroidered on their clothes.
The swirling leaves with serrated edges are sewn on the forehead protector, printed on the collar, and engraved on the metal buckle of the ninja bag.
The person standing in front of them wore a mask covering his mouth and nose, with the Amegakure logo embedded on the edge.
Hanzō of the Salamander.
Amegakure The strongest ninja.
The rain fell more heavily here, and Hanzo stood in the rain, holding a sickle in his hand, with an iron chain locked on the handle, and a spiked hammer tied to the other end of the iron chain.
The blade was stained with blood, diluted by the rain, and turned light red when dripping from the tip.
"Tsunade, Orochimaru, be careful."
Jiraiya's voice was a little urgent, and he pressed his left hand on his right shoulder, blood oozing from between his fingers. He took a half step back with his right foot and stepped into the mud, which reached his ankle.
Tsunade stood two steps to his left, her golden hair was wet from the rain and stuck to her cheeks.
She was breathing rapidly, clenching her fists, and holding the light of Chakra between her fingers.
Orochimaru stood to the right of Jiraiya, with long black hair draped behind her shoulders, and her vertical pupils shrank into thin lines in the rain.
The three of them moved at the same time.
Jiraiya charged forward, kunai stabbing Hanzo in the throat.
Tsunade goes around to the left, lowers the body, and pulls the blond hair into a straight line.
Orochimaru swam with his right side close to the ground, his spine curved into waves.
Three attacks arrived at the same time.
Hanzo's body turned around, using his heel as the axis and rotating half a circle.
The sickle was raised, and the back of the blade knocked open Jiraiya's kunai.
The chain was thrown out, and the hammer head hit Tsunade's fist. Chakra's light exploded at the point of collision, and the rainwater was pushed away by the shock wave, forming a short vacuum.
The other hand pulled out the short sword from the waist, turned it sideways, and blocked Orochimaru's shuriken.
Three collisions exploded almost simultaneously.
Jiraiya's kunai flew out of his hand and plunged into the muddy water.
Tsunade's fist was knocked back by the shock, and his wrist made a crisp sound.
Orochimaru's shuriken was deflected, grazed Hanzo's earlobe, and was nailed into the tree trunk behind him.
Three people were repulsed.
Hanzo stood there, rainwater sliding from his mask.
He did not pursue.
"I'm afraid Konohagakure won this war." The voice came from behind the mask, dull and steady.
"I'll let you live."
"You three are quite good." Hanzo put the short sword back into his waist. "And you can survive in such a war."
His eyes swept over the three of them.
"I, Hanzo, will call you Three Sannin of Konoha from now on."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Amegakure step by step.
The back was swallowed up by the rain curtain.
Aizen Open your eyes.
Rainwater was still falling in through the gap in the roof, and the area of the wet mark was larger than before, and the edge reached to the side of his knees.
He pulled his knees back an inch.
"Not an idiot."
"Lord Aizen?" Kaname Tōsen leaned forward slightly.
Aizen tapped his fingers on his knees.
"In this war, Konoha ninjas already have an absolute advantage." His gaze passed through the gap in the roof, through the rain curtain, and fell in the direction where Hanzo's back disappeared.
"If this continues, the village chief of Amegakure may disappear together with the village."
Kaname Tōsen's lips moved but no sound came out.
Nel is standing on the other side of the room.
His eyes passed through the gaps in the walls, sweeping across the muddy main roads and collapsed houses.
Sweeping past the children huddled under the eaves.
Most of Amegakure's adults were killed or injured.
The door panel of the largest room at the end of the main road was removed and used as a stretcher.
Some of the people lying on the stretchers had their eyes open, while others had their eyes closed.
The wound was soaked by the rain until it turned white, and the blood on the bandage was diluted and turned from red to gray.
Children squatted under the eaves.
She didn't cry, scream, or pull her parents who were lying on the stretcher. She just squatted with her knees on her chest and her arms around her knees.
Rainwater flowed down from the edge of the eaves and formed puddles at the feet.
Their faces were reflected in the water, broken by the ripples.
Nel's eyes fell on a child squatting behind a broken wall.
Yellow hair becomes darker after being wetted by rain and sticks to the scalp.
Squat, clasp your knees with your hands, but keep your head raised.
His eyes looked deep into the rain curtain, looking at the direction Hanzo left.
Her teeth clenched.
The jaw muscles are tense, the lips are pursed into a line, and the corners of the mouth are depressed.
She looked towards the direction Hanzo left.
The village chief of Amegakure, the strong man who gave the name Three Sannin of Konoha.
He didn't care about Amegakure's survival at all. He stopped not because he admired those three young people, but because Konoha's advantage was irreversible.
If he continues to fight, he will die.
If he dies, Amegakure will no longer have Hanzō of the Salamander.
So he stopped.
I found a decent place for myself and exchanged my life with the name Three Sannin of Konoha.
He only cares about himself.
"Go ahead."
Aizen's voice came from deep inside the house, mixing with the sound of rain.
But Nel heard it.
Her body paused.
"But Lord Aizen..." she hesitated, "Even if Hanzo is killed, there is no way to give hope to this place."
This is the truth. When Hanzo dies, Amegakure is still Amegakure.
When the war is over, the rain will not stop.
Most of the adults were killed or injured, and the children lost their parents and homes.
Killing a Hanzo will not remove Despair.
It has seeped into every inch of soil on this land.
"It doesn't matter." Aizen tapped his fingers on his knee again. "Go ahead."
His eyes returned from the gap in the roof and fell on Nel's face.
"We will use this as our base."
Nel's breathing stopped for a moment, then he straightened his body, put his heels together and bent over, bowing respectfully.
Her figure disappeared from the house.
After a few breaths.
Green light exploded from the other side of the village, rushing into the sky and into the rain clouds. The light illuminated the entire village.
The muddy main road, collapsed houses, and the upturned faces of children huddled under the eaves.
The raindrops turned green in the light, and the thin lines hanging from the sky turned into fibers of light.
After a few breaths, the light dissipated.
Nel Return to the house.
There was blood on his fists, diluted by the rain, dripping from between his fingers.
She walked to the corner, sat down cross-legged, and closed her eyes.
Kaname Tōsen put his hand down from the handle of the knife at his waist, and turned his face in the direction of Aizen.
"Lord Aizen, are we going to destroy the remaining ninjas in this village?"
He didn't ask why he didn't look for Gates of Hell's power point. There was no need to ask.
Aizen's purpose from beginning to end is just to go to other worlds.
Gates of Hell is a passage, not an end point. Now they are standing at the other end of the passage.
This world full of war, despair, and destruction is the new stage.
It doesn't matter where Gates of Hell's power point is or when to find it.
Lord Aizen has its own arrangements.
Aizen put his hands on his knees, stood up and walked to the door.
Rain dripped from the top of the door frame, smashing it half an inch in front of his toes.
"This world is very strange." His eyes passed through the rain curtain, scanning the direction of the village and the battlefield, and scanning the mountains covered by clouds and mist in the distance.
"Businessmen and Nobles rule the country, but are separated from the army. The Ninja Village, which has absolute power, is willing to be ruled by the so-called daimyo."
"Just right." There was a smile in his voice, "You can use this place for experiments."
"Experiment?" Szayelaporro stood up from the corner, his eyes lit up, and his fingers drew a half arc in the air.
"Ah." Aizen took his right hand out of his trouser pocket.
"It's time to test the theory." He raised his palm, facing the continuous rain in the sky.
A slight wave of his finger.
Zhila!
It was like the sound of cloth being torn apart.
The sky cracked.
Starting directly above Amegakure, the dark clouds parted to both sides.
As if being pulled away from the middle by an invisible hand.
The edges of the cracks are neat, and the cross-section of the clouds looks like cotton cut by a knife.
The crack is expanding, from a line to a crack, from a crack to a sky.
The blue is revealed, a pure blue, a blue that has not appeared in the sky above Amegakure for I don't know how many years.
The sunlight poured in, into the village, into the collapsed houses, and fell into the raised eyes of the children huddled under the eaves.
The clouds did not disperse. They were pushed to the outside of the village and piled up into a circular wall of clouds. Rainwater was still falling from the wall of clouds, but it no longer fell into the village.
The rain fell on the mud outside the village, on the trenches in the rice fields, and on the bodies that no longer needed to be soaked by the rain.
A circular rain curtain.
A barrier separates Amegakure from this world.
"The rain... stopped?"
The yellow-haired child behind the broken wall took his hands off his knees, and no raindrops fell in.
He turned his hand over, with the back of his hand facing up.
The rainwater on the back of the hand is being dried by the sun, and the water droplets on the surface of the skin are shrinking one by one.
He raised his head, bent his neck back to the limit, and faced the sky.
The sun fell on his face, on his skin that was whitened by the rain, and on the rainwater that accumulated in his eyes.
Other children also stood up from the eaves.
They walked out from behind the broken wall, stood up from the collapsed door panel, and pulled their feet out of the puddle. They raised their heads and looked at the blue sky that they had not seen for countless years.
Aizen walked up to the yellow-haired child.
The sun shines from behind, casting his shadow on the child.
"Later."
The voice was not high, but every word was clear.
"You don't have to live under the rain."
The child's lips moved but no sound came out.
"In the future." Aizen took his right hand out of his trouser pocket and pointed to the sky. "You will bathe in the sunshine."
The child's eyes followed his finger.
Sunlight pours in through the cracks, gold and blue interweave.
"From now on." Aizen put down his hand. "This is called Dawnlight Village."
The yellow-haired child's breathing stopped, his chest stopped rising, and his lips were slightly open. Rainwater accumulated in his eyes, heated by the sun, overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and flowed down his cheeks.
"Dawnlight Village?"
A girl with a ponytail next to him repeated these three words.
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring away the name.
Another smaller child tugged at the hem of the girl's clothes, and his gray eyes poked out from behind the girl, looking at Aizen.
The yellow-haired child knelt down.
My knees hit the muddy water, and the mud splashed from both sides.
He put his hands on the ground, his fingers got stuck in the mud, and his forehead hit the ground.
"Sir." The voice came up from the ground, dull and damp. "Please allow me to serve Dawnlight Village."
Aizen lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on his yellow, rain-soaked hair, and on his forehead touching the ground.
"What's your name."
"Yahiko." His forehead was pressed against the ground.
"My name is Yahiko."
Aizen completely pulled his right hand out of his trouser pocket.
"Very good, you will be my subordinates from now on."
He pointed to the sunlight pouring in through the crack in the sky.
"Stand up, Yahiko."
Yahiko raised his forehead from the ground.
Mud and water stuck to the forehead, stuck to the bridge of the nose, and flowed to both sides along the arc of the eyebrows.
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stood up.
His knees were covered with mud, and his trouser legs were soaked and stuck to his skin.
"And you."
Aizen's eyes swept over the children behind Yahiko. "From now on." Aizen's fingers tightened.
"Your name is Dawn."
Yahiko's fists were clenched.
The muddy water on the back of the hand was evaporated by the skin temperature until it was semi-dry and cracked into fine lines.
He raised his fist to his chest, raising it to the level of his heart.
"Yes, sir."
The sound was pushed out of the chest.
The children behind him also stood up straight.
Something was ignited in the gray pupils.
Dawnlight Village There is a white building standing in the center. It can be seen from any corner of the village.
The walls are made of Szayelaporro and Reishi pressed stones. The surface is so smooth that rainwater cannot get on it.
Aizen's office is on the highest floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows covering the entire wall.
Kaname Tōsen stood in front of his desk, holding a stack of documents in his hand.
The edges of the paper were curled, and the corners were stained with mud spots and finger marks.
"Lord Aizen."
The windows were closed, and a curtain of rain surrounded the village.
The office was so quiet that you could hear the scraping of paper.
"The cultivated land is currently enough for the whole village to work on, and there is fertilizer researched by Szayelaporro. The first wave of harvest is expected in one month."
He turned over a page, stopped his index finger in the middle of the page, and pressed the numbers twice.
"There are only three days left in the food reserve."
He closed the document. God knows how this guy read the words on the document.
Szayelaporro squatted in the corner of the office, with a dozen tablets of Leaves spread out in front of him, stained with powders of different colors.
He scraped off a little bit with his fingernail, put it into his mouth, and recorded something on the piece of paper.
When he heard about fertilizer and harvest, the corners of his mouth twitched upward.
Aizen is sitting behind the desk.
The chair was made of wood, with a gray cloth draped over the back.
Make a fist with your right hand and put it against your chin, put your left hand on the table, and tap your middle finger rhythmically.
Not fast, the interval is exactly one heartbeat.
Ulquiorra is standing on the left side of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sunlight filtered in through the glass, cutting his face into two halves: light and dark.
He looked at Aizen's finger tapping on the table, looked at it for a while, and then spoke.
"Lord Aizen, why do we want to develop this village?" Kaname Tōsen's neck suddenly turned around, and the protruding veins on his neck conveyed his anger clearly.
"You guy!" The voice came out from between his teeth, "Didn't you see the screams of this village?"
His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and the documents were wrinkled.
When they first came to this world, the first thing they saw when they stepped on this land was Amegakure, which had been destroyed by the war until only its skeleton was left.
The adult was lying on a stretcher, his wounds turned white from the rain.
The children squatted under the eaves, with no light in their gray pupils.
Lord Aizen decided to use this place as a base, changed its name to Dawnlight Village, developed farming and took in orphans.
What great justice this is!
Aizen's fingers didn't stop.
"Yes." The voice was not loud, but Kaname Tōsen's fist loosened.
"It's normal for Ulquiorra not to understand."
The fingers continued to fall on the table, the rhythm remained unchanged. The eyes returned from the window and fell on Ulquiorra's face.
"What kind of god is he if he can't lead the people?"
"Taking without giving miracles is nothing but rubbish."
Ulquiorra's eyelashes moved, her lips opened slightly, then closed again.
Aizen put his right hand down from his chin, placed his hands side by side next to the document, and placed his palms against the wood texture.
Ever since he wanted to become the god of Three Realms, his purpose has never been to rule.
Governance is a means, not an end.
The purpose is to lead, and the killing in the process has no boundaries.
If he wanted to kill, all the capable guys like Soul Society and Hueco Mundo would have died long ago.
They are kept because if they are all killed, no one will be able to lead them.
Tyrants are feared, but gods should be followed.
Now that he has come to this world, sitting in the highest office of Dawnlight Village, and since those children with gray pupils knelt in front of him and called adults... then he is the god here.
There is no reason why he wants to do this.
Ulquiorra The lips moved and then pursed.
He lowered his head slightly, moved his chin an inch closer to his chest, and did not continue to ask.
Lord Aizen has made a decision, he just needs to obey it, he said calmly.
"Lord Aizen, I can lead a team out to grab food."
"Robbing alone is not enough." Kaname Tōsen did not refute, but supplemented.
His face turned to Aizen.
Must grab now.
Dawnlight Village has three thousand mouths, and you have to eat every day when you open your eyes.
It will take another month to harvest the farmland, and there are only three days left in the grain reserve.
In three days, the old, weak, sick and disabled who survived the war, and those children who squatted under the eaves and looked at the sky with gray pupils, will be hungry. There is no way.
If we don't grab it, people will start falling down after three days.
First the elderly, then the children, then everyone.
Knock.
Aizen tapped his finger for the last time and stopped.
He stood up from his chair.
The legs of the chair scraped against the ground, and with a very light sound, he turned around and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight cast his shadow behind him.
His eyes passed through the glass and fell on the children working underneath the building.
Yahiko is digging the ground with a group of children.
His trouser legs were rolled up above his knees, and his bare feet stepped into the loose soil.
The soil is dark brown, and after being exposed to the sun, a thin crust forms on the surface, which breaks into fine cracks when stepped on.
The girl with a ponytail behind him bent down and pressed Seeds into the soil one by one. The younger children squatted on the field ridge to pull weeds, and put them into handfuls on the edge of the field ridge.
Aizen looked at them.
"Ulquiorra, you lead Dawn's children to Land of Whirlpools."
Ulquiorra The body leans forward slightly.
"Land of Whirlpools suffered a lot in this war, Land of Fire intends to annex them."
Aizen has been in this world for a short time, but his perception has never stopped.
The network laid out by Reishi covers Dawnlight Village, surrounding countries, and mountains and oceans further away.
The border line of Land of Fire is moving in the direction of Land of Whirlpools, not the army, but Anbu.
Those who do not wear uniforms, carry no flags, and leave no trace on any official document.
"You go and show your strength." The voice came from the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Bring back all the food and people, and the morning light will protect them."
Ulquiorra straightened his body completely and turned his heels towards the door. "Yes, Lord Aizen."
He takes the first step.
Kaname Tōsen's body moved out from the side of the desk and stood in front of Ulquiorra.
"Lord Aizen." did not look at Ulquiorra, but faced Aizen's back.
"Land of Whirlpools is a long way away, why not let me lead Dawn there."
Team Dawn is currently the only force of Dawnlight Village.
It's not the current force, it's Future's.
Yahiko, the girl with ponytail Konan, and the orphans who survived the war.
They usually plow the soil, sow, and weed, and spend all their free time training.
Kaname Tōsen teaches swordsmanship and Ulquiorra teaches fighting.
The posture of holding the knife, the rhythm of breathing, and the movement of footsteps.
Teach bit by bit and practice day by day. Maybe Future can become a very strong combat force.
But now, they are just children who have just ended the war.
Yahiko's palms still have blisters from the hoe, and Konan's shoulders can't carry a complete bag of grain.
They had just stood up from being soaked in the rain, had just walked out of gray despair, and the light of hope in their eyes had just been ignited.
From Chenguang to Land of Whirlpools, with Land of Fire in between.
If you cannot pass directly through Konoha, you must take a detour.
Land of Grass to Land of Waterfalls, Land of Waterfalls to Land of Frost, Land of Frost to Land of Fields, and then to Land of Whirlpools.
Draw a large arc on the map, three times as long as the straight line.
There are so many children who have just ended the war so far away, and if no one takes care of them carefully, it is very likely that there will be many casualties.
And Ulquiorra is a hollow without a heart.
He has no malice, but he also has no heart.
He will only give Aizen's mission the highest priority. If Lord Aizen says to go to Land of Whirlpools to show his strength, he will go.
Follow the children on the road if they can keep up, and leave them behind if they can't.
Won't look back.
Kaname Tōsen's feet stopped in front of Ulquiorra.
Aizen Turn around.
The sun shone from behind, covering his face in shadow.
He took his right hand out of his trouser pocket and tapped his fingertips towards the door.
"Yes, you contact Land of Grass and use the weapons in Arsenal in exchange for food."
Kaname Tōsen The lips opened a little, then closed, and a very light swallow came out of the throat.
He moved his body away from Ulquiorra and took half a step sideways to clear the way to the door.
"Yes." He turned around and walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped. He turned his head and faced the direction of Ulquiorra.
"Dawn's current two classes are both Future from Chenguang."
"They are all Lord Aizen's most loyal guards."
"You must bring them back safely."
Kaname Tōsen knows that if he doesn't say these words, Ulquiorra will not understand how important those children are to Lord Aizen and how important they are to Dawnlight Village.
Ulquiorra only has the task in his mind, only the order itself given by Lord Aizen.
He would not think about the meaning behind the order, nor would he think about what it would mean if the newly ignited light in those children's eyes was extinguished.
So these words must be put into his mind.
Put it in and let him remember it.
The mission must be completed and the child must come back safely.
Ulquiorra blinked.
"Understood." There was no ups and downs in his voice, just like all his words.
Kaname Tōsen's chest rose and fell.
The footsteps got farther and farther in the corridor and disappeared in the direction of the stairs.
Half an hour later.
Dawnlight Village Thirty children lined up in two lines on the main road.
Yahiko stood at the front of the first column, with a long knife hanging on his waist.
Szayelaporro was turned out from Arsenal. The handle of the knife is wrapped with anti-slip cloth strips. The scabbard is black without any decoration.
Konan stood at the front of the second row, with a red hair rope tied into her ponytail, and the knife on her waist was shorter than the one Yahiko had.
Thirty children, thirty knives.
Ulquiorra stands at the front of the team.
His eyes swept from the first column to the second column, from the first child to the thirtieth.
"Let's go." He turned and walked towards the outside of the village.
My feet stepped into the muddy main road, and the mud and water squeezed away from both sides of the soles.
Thirty children followed behind him, treading on his footsteps.
The team passed through the circular rain screen barrier and passed through the cracks in the cloud wall.
The rain fell on them, wetting their hair, clothes, and the scabbards on their waists.
No one looked back.
Land of Whirlpools.
Ulquiorra's feet stepped onto the beach at the edge of the island.
The sand is covered with a shallow layer of water, and the sea water at low tide has not penetrated yet.
The sole of the shoe sank half an inch into the sand. When it was lifted up, it picked up a small piece of sand and fell back to the water, creating tiny ripples.
Yahiko stepped on the spot where he stepped.
Thirty children walked across the beach, leaving behind thirty sets of footprints, which were licked away bit by bit by the rising tide. Ulquiorra stopped.
At the end of the beach was a patch of low bushes, the leaves of which were all bent in one direction by the sea breeze, and the leaves were covered with salt frost.
His eyes fell behind the bushes, moved to the dead tree struck by lightning on the left, and then moved to the reef half buried in the sand in front of him on the right.
There is someone in the dark.
Yahiko put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.
The cloth strip was soaked with sea water and sweat, and made a very light water sound when held.
Twenty-nine children behind him put their hands on the hilt of the knife at the same time.
No one spoke, no one drew a knife.
Waiting for Ulquiorra to speak.
"These people are not from Land of Whirlpools." The voice did not rise or fall.
Yahiko tightened his fingers on the handle of the knife, and the water in the cloth was squeezed out and dripped from the gaps between his fingers.
The first thing I learned on the way here is to identify the enemy. Ulquiorra instructor taught me.
Look at the depth of the footprints, look at the breathing rate, and look at the choice of hiding location.
People behind bushes hid well, people behind dead trees hid even better, and people behind rocks made almost no sound.
But this kind of good is only good after unified training.
The same hiding habits, the same breathing rhythm, the same way of restraining murderous intent.
Land of Fire Anbu.
Ulquiorra Keep moving forward.
Yahiko followed behind, still holding the handle of the knife, his fingers loosened a little.
Adjust the grip. After squeezing out the water in the cloth, the friction will be greater and the knife will come out faster.
From Chenguang to Land of Whirlpools, they have come around in a big circle.
Land of Grass, Land of Waterfalls, Land of Frost, Land of Fields.
A long arc was drawn on the map, and the arc was filled with wandering bandits and ninjas scattered by the war. Those people saw thirty children and one adult walking on the road, and their eyes lit up as they saw prey.
Then the light went out.
Yahiko killed three.
The first one was a robber holding a rusty hatchet. When he jumped out of the grass, his mouth opened wide and he let out an indistinct roar.
Yahiko's knife was raised from bottom to top, and the tip of the knife scratched his throat. When blood spurted out, he was driven back half a step by the force.
The second one is Land of Waterfalls Rennin, with a horizontal bar drawn on the metal plate of the forehead protector.
The opponent was very fast, and kunai was shot from three directions at the same time.
Yahiko The back of the knife knocked off two of them, and the third one grazed the earlobe and was nailed into the tree trunk behind him.
His knife stabbed into the opponent's chest.
The third one is at the Land of Frost border. A ninja who escaped from an unknown war has gone crazy and cannot distinguish between enemies and passers-by.
Yahiko's knife struck his shoulder, the blade embedded into the bone, and when it was pulled out, a dark red blood mist came out.
Konan killed two. The knife was shorter than Yahiko and he swung the knife faster. The first one was a robber who wanted to sneak attack the youngest child in the team from the side. The knife penetrated between the ribs and penetrated the lungs.
The second one was at the edge of the Land of Fields swamp. A ninja hiding in the muddy water grabbed her ankle from below.
The knife was pulled out from the waist, the tip of the knife was pointed downward, and pierced the back of the hand.
Thirty children walked from Chenguang to Land of Whirlpools.
No one is left behind, no one dies.
"Yahiko." Ulquiorra's voice came from the front of the team, "You have performed well along the way."
My feet continued to move forward, stepping over gravel on the grass and dead grass blown down by the sea breeze.
"Remember, when fighting, the priority is to save your life."
There was still no fluctuation in the sound.
But Yahiko's fingers tightened on the handle of the knife.
"Yes, instructor."
He pulled out the long knife, and the blade slipped out of the sheath. The sunlight fell on the blade and cast a cold light. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, with his left hand under the sword and his right hand at the end of the handle.
The tiger's mouth is covered with a non-slip cloth strip, and the seawater on the cloth strip has been evaporated by body temperature, leaving behind fine salt particles.
Twenty-nine knives behind him were drawn out at the same time.
The sound of metal friction overlapped and spread out in the sea breeze.
The man from behind the bushes came out.
Walking at the front was a middle-aged man with a bandage on his head.
The bandage covered his right eye and half of his face, from his forehead to his chin, leaving only his left eye and lips exposed.
There is a vertical scar on the chin, extending from the lower lip to the edge of the bandage.
Black ninja uniform, with the Konoha logo engraved on the metal plate of the forehead protector.
Shimura Danzō.
Behind him were more than twenty people also dressed in black, wearing animal masks on their faces, holding kunai, shurikens, short swords, Chains in their hands.
The steps were very light, and the sound of stepping on the grass was blown away by the sea breeze. Danzo stopped walking, stepped on the raised gravel with his left foot, and pressed the center of his body on the soles of his front feet.
He squinted his left eye and glanced from Yahiko to Konan, from Konan to the twenty-eight children behind him, and the long knife he pulled out from those children was swept into their faces.
Finally it fell on Ulquiorra.
"You are from Amegakure, right?"
"What do you want to do here?"
Ulquiorra has no answer.
Danzo moved his left foot off the gravel, stepped onto the grass, and shifted his center of gravity from the left to the right.
"I heard that you Amegakure changed your shadow and sealed the village."
"How to bypass Land of Fire to Land of Whirlpools."
The sea breeze pressed the grass blades close to the ground.
The tip of Yahiko's knife did not move at all in the wind.
"Shimura Danzō." Ulquiorra's voice rang out, mixing with the sea breeze. "Land of Fire's shadow."
Danzo's pupils shrank.
The only pupil of the left eye exposed outside the bandage shrank from the squinting gap to a very small size.
His lips moved under the bandage, but no sound came out immediately.
Some of the people wearing animal masks behind them moved their toes half an inch outward.
"Who are you anyway."
Ulquiorra took his right hand out of his pocket.
Slide your palms out of your trouser pockets, straighten your fingers, and point your fingertips forward.
Raise your arms to shoulder level and stop.
"I am Dawnlight Village, a subordinate of the god Lord Aizen."
Aim your index finger at Danzo's forehead.
"Ulquiorra." The arm remained motionless, with a thin strip of air between the fingertips and Danzo's forehead. The sun shone from the side, casting a very faint light on the edges of the fingers.
"The people and things here are protected by the morning light."
Danzo's eyes were fully opened.
The left eye is the only one exposed.
The pupil popped out from its constricted state, and the iris showed a very light brown color in the sunlight.
The lips moved under the bandage, and the corners of the mouth were pulled down.
He understood.
I came here to grab some food.
Amegakure, now called Dawnlight Village, sealed the border and sent people to bypass Land of Fire and come to Land of Whirlpools.
When he received the intelligence before, he was still thinking about what kind of trouble a village that had been damaged by the war could create by blocking the border.
Now I know.
The waves had already hit his face. But none of that mattered.
Land of Whirlpools has a very important candidate Nine-Tails Jinchūriki.
The Uzumaki Clan bloodline is born with huge Chakra and strong vitality, and is the best container to carry Tailed Beast.
Even leaving aside Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, Sealing Jutsu of the Uzumaki Clan is also the most precious Kekkei Genkai in the world.
Adamantine Sealing Chains, Reaper Death Seal, each of the spells engraved in the blood is worth a war.
It must be in hand.
Danzo Raise your right hand above your head and spread your fingers.
The people behind them wearing animal masks lowered their bodies at the same time, bent their knees, lowered their center of gravity, and put their hands on their weapons.
"Kill these people--"
Phew.
A green light shot out from Ulquiorra's fingertips.
The distance between the light's fingertips and Danzo's forehead was so short that it didn't take any time. The final sound of the word "kill" was still on the tip of his tongue, and the green light had passed through his forehead.
The trail of light remained in front of his forehead, a very thin line, green and translucent, the light penetrated from the inside to the outside, and the edge was glowing with a very light white.
Then the light disappeared.
Danzo has an extra hole on his forehead.
It goes in from the center of the forehead and comes out from the back of the head.
The edges of the hole are neat, the skin is burned to an extremely thin layer and is charred black, and the edges are rolled inward, exposing the skull underneath.
The hole in the skull is exactly the same as the skin, and the edges are as smooth as polished stone.
His body fell backwards, his knees bent first, his waist bent backwards, and his shoulders hit the grass.
The whole person was lying flat on the ground, with his left eye still open.
The brown color on the iris is darkening.
Those wearing animal masks haven't reacted yet.
Danzo fell too fast. From the time the green light was emitted to the time the back of his head hit the ground, it took less than one breath. Their hands on the weapons had not yet been pulled out, and their lowered knees had not yet bounced up.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Green light continuously emitted from Ulquiorra's fingertips.
The index finger has not moved, and its pointing direction has not changed.
Cero one after another, leaving extremely thin light trails in the mid-air.
The trail extends from the fingertips and splits into more than twenty branches. The end of each branch is a person wearing an animal mask.
Light trails interweave in the sky.
Looking from Yahiko's perspective, those green lines exploded from Ulquiorra's fingertips, extending in all directions, weaving into a web in the air.
The center of the network is Ulquiorra's outstretched arm, and every node is a person who is falling.
More than twenty Cero, more than twenty people.
The green light passed through the forehead, through the heart, and through the throat.
Go through the mask, go through the skin, go through the bones. Go in from the front, go out from the back.
After the wake dissipated, a very faint burnt smell remained in the air.
More than twenty people fell down at the same time.
Knees bent, body tilted, shoulders hitting the grass.
The sounds of falling overlapped and crushed the blades of grass.
The sea breeze blew over and dispersed the burnt smell.
Ulquiorra put his arm down, his right hand hanging by his side, his fingers slightly curled.
He didn't look at the people lying on the ground.
Look away from the corpse of Danzo, and away from the people wearing animal masks.
The line of sight passes through the grass, through the bushes, through the dead trees and rocks, and falls farther away.
There are people standing there.
Land of Whirlpools's person. He had been standing there since before the battle began, hiding in the deeper shadows, hiding in the corner that Ulquiorra had discovered long ago but Danzo had not.
He held the weapon in his hand, but the weapon was hanging by his side, and his fingers were resting on the handle without a firm grip.
Ulquiorra looked at them, his green pupils reflecting a very faint light in the sunlight.
"Bring your things."
"Follow me Dawnlight Village."
Turn your heels in the direction you came from.
"The morning light will protect you."
He took steps, stepping on the grass, crushed grass blades, and gravel, and walked towards the beach.
No looking back, no waiting for a response.
Cero has already demonstrated his power and made the conditions clear.
As for how to choose Land of Whirlpools, it is not something he needs to consider.
Yahiko put the knife into its sheath, and the twenty-nine children behind him sheathed the knife at the same time. The sound of metal friction overlapped and was blown away by the sea breeze.
Yahiko turned around and followed Ulquiorra.
Thirty children lined up in two rows and walked out of the land of Land of Whirlpools.
Behind them, the person hiding in the shadows was still standing where he was.
The weapon in his hand hung down by his side, and his eyes fell on the corpses.
The sea breeze blew the burnt smell back and passed through the tip of my nose.
Someone put down the weapon, and the metal fell into the grass with a dull sound.
Then the second and the third.
The sound of weapons landing mixed with the sound of waves crashing on the beach.
The first person steps out of the shadows.
He stepped on the grass, gravel, and sand with bare feet, and followed the team at the end.
Then the second one, and the third one. They walked out from the shadow of Land of Whirlpools empty-handed and stepped into the footsteps of the morning light team.
The team grew from thirty people to more.
It extends from the beach, through the grass, through the bushes, and through the circular rain screen barrier.
Walk towards Dawnlight Village.
The sea breeze blew from behind and scattered their footprints.